Sun rising in your eye.
Under your feet, earth moving by.
Your beauty, why haven’t seen?
Hold your hand for feeling, not demean!
The softness, the kindness in high degree;
Yet there is Might in your arms, help me!
For I’m blind and can’t see.
For I’ve sloped you,
When you give “love”, it is true.
I’ve killed the very thing,
The person, the WOMAN, everything!
The woman who gave me life.
Never brought me to grave of strife.
For all is lost.
A storm is coming with gust.
Tall, she will once more stand,
While help I look for from your hand.
She will walk strong,
While I stumble along.
She will hold out her hand.
Fears in her eyes stand.
Pain of heart, she will love me.
She is a woman who has fed me.
Look, you’re blind;
You don’t hear, have no mind!
You don’t feel,
For she will always reveal;
A woman forever!
Never she sever!! …